Heart, shiver, tender, cold, gaze, river
In that broad, old night,
In the dark—the grip was tight,
A coo, a warm breath—soothed my heart,
Shivered, “son, you’re the knight,”
Mom, an aperture to my view.
The misty dawn, in the cold,
My tender eyes gazed—afraid,
The river of hope in the mist, faded,
Luckily, the debt's dark cloud dispersed,
The backer, an aperture...
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